His parents, family and friends all thought highly of him and even I had drowned in his sweet lies.
Three months after the first time we met, we got married in a flash. However, despite everything I did, I never got pregnant.
Mario's mother had been desperate for a grandchild, so to settle things once and for all, Mario decided to go through IVF to have a son.
I could still recall vividly the endless injections, the excruciating pain of egg retrieval as well as the crushing disappointment because of repeated failures and countless emotional breakdowns. I had endured all of it.
However, I had reached the point where I could endure no more.
I walked farther away and took out my cell phone to call Mario. Unsurprisingly, he rejected the call. When I tried again, his phone was already turned off.
Left with no choice, I took my baby home. I never expected to find my house in complete chaos. Mario's five-year-old daughter was there. She was playing with everything she could get her hands on. My clothes, makeup and handbags had all been dumped on the living room floor.